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witchesreign2013-10-27 08:52 pm
om_nom_namur) wrote in witchesreign2013-10-27 08:52 pm
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BBS // Action
The Great King Pirate Marco's reign is near its end. He's borne his burden well and now the time has come to pass the lofty Balamb Crown. Brave, charming, and totally available, Portgas D. Ace is certain to be named Prince, as well he ought. A more fitting heir will not be found in all of Balamb. But what of the King? Oh yes, what indeed? Three brothers have been chosen likely to fill the King Pirate's glittery throne. They have been quiet thus far, but no longer! It is time for action! For men and brothers to clash in merriment! It is time for war.
A War of Succession.
SeeD Instructor THATCH and SeeD Instructor ESPIO are hereby challenged to a series of feats of strength and fortitude. They are to meet with SeeD Instructor Namur upon the Quad on Monday, being the Twenty-Eighth day of October at 1700 or else they shall henceforth be known and appraised throughout this great Garden by the title of Guppyshits.
[If anyone believes Namur didn't get help writing that piece of fine literature, they will be dead wrong. Regardless, the gauntlet has been thrown. Namur will be out on the Quad dancing to his boombox while he waits for Thatch and Espio to show up. There's a crate of turnips in the grass behind the boombox, three jugs of apple cider, and two construction paper signs emblazoned with the word "GUPPYSHIT" in traditional graffiti font. A small crowd of curious onlookers has begun to gather. All that's missing are the challenged contenders.]
A War of Succession.
SeeD Instructor THATCH and SeeD Instructor ESPIO are hereby challenged to a series of feats of strength and fortitude. They are to meet with SeeD Instructor Namur upon the Quad on Monday, being the Twenty-Eighth day of October at 1700 or else they shall henceforth be known and appraised throughout this great Garden by the title of Guppyshits.
[If anyone believes Namur didn't get help writing that piece of fine literature, they will be dead wrong. Regardless, the gauntlet has been thrown. Namur will be out on the Quad dancing to his boombox while he waits for Thatch and Espio to show up. There's a crate of turnips in the grass behind the boombox, three jugs of apple cider, and two construction paper signs emblazoned with the word "GUPPYSHIT" in traditional graffiti font. A small crowd of curious onlookers has begun to gather. All that's missing are the challenged contenders.]
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[Huff.]
Oh well, yer here now! Let's have some fun, huh?
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If you plan on dragging me to a bar again...
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Naw, bro. That's Ace 'n' Thatch. Told 'em y'd hate it but they don't listen so I jus' go 'long. Never know, could a worked out.
[And he shrugs.]
But naw, got some shit here for a competition, since it's jus' us brothers nominated for king or whatever. Figure we can cut loose, be a little silly, an' people's goin' t' vote for whoever they like best, right? First order a business, huntin' down Thatch t' give him a title. [Namur holds up the construction paper signs emblazoned with the word "GUPPYSHIT".] Got an extra so we can each take one an' say whoever gets it on him first wins. What y' think?
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[A contest, huh? A better-than-popularity contest? Sounds interesting... Espio's not sure he's really up for it, but interesting...]
I think it's time to get revenge for that Stop spell.
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Race is on, bro!
[And he takes off, heading for the dorms.]